Since then...

the timing of this is impeccable...

My last post was concerning the good morning text....

He doesn't exist anymore
I mean he is alive
But he needs not be a part of my world anymore
He is married
married
married.
He's sorry.
BUT he aint even sorry.
He's trifling,
and
the least bit remorseful about it.

I forget sometimes,
that I'm way to awesome for THEIR bullshit.

one thing I don’t need is any more apologies I got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs I don’t know what do wit em they don’t open doors or bring the sun back they don’t make me happy or get a morning paper didn’t nobody stop using my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry
Lady in Blue

He has contacted me twice.
No sir, we cannot be friends.
NAW NIGGA, GET THE HELL ON MAYNE.

the nerve. the absolute nerve.
the audacity of the 6ft 5in of bald headed man o sexiness
to think that i could ignore
the fact that
he's married.

this not is attached to a plant i've been watering since the day i met you you may water it
your damn self

friendship is awesome
when you deserve it
its rewarding
when you work hard it
but once you abuse it
or take it for granted
i'm completely over it

i am simply tired of collecting i didnt know i was so important to you i'm gonna haveta throw some away i cant get to the clothes in my close for alla the sorries i'm gonna tack a sign to my door leave a message by the phone if you called to say yr sorry call somebody else i dont use em anymore -Lady in Blue

with one final deep and complete eye roll...

door slam on alladat

The Good Morning Text

At some point during our lives, we have all been smitten for someone. This smitten-ness has caused us to be completely enveloped in every interaction we have with that person. We remember every hug, smile, phone call and TEXT MESSAGE. More often than not, it's those text messages that get the emo pot stirring. Those short expressions of interest maintain the wonderment of a new budding relationship. Easily delivered. Easily accessible. The text message has quickly become the main mode of communication for many.

One would think that since the text message is used so often that it would not maintain a special bond between two people. However, the highly sought and rarely received "good morning text" is a prime example of how mobile communication has changed the face of relationships.

The good morning text let's you know that that person is thinking about you as soon as they wake up. You are the first person they find a need to talk to. They want to be the first person you talk to. No matter how you look at it, it means something special.

When I was 18...

Sister ArmedPropaganda asked that a few people take a moment and reflect upon being 18. I feel awkward doing so, mainly because 18 was only 5 years ago. However, in hindsight, I have changed tremendously over the last 5 years. Anyway, as for the matter at hand, when I was 18....

Like Kanye, I worked at the GAP. To me, that was the achievement of a lifetime. The GAP, the store that I routinely spent what little money I had on jeans, sweaters, skirts, and blazers was now paying me to give them their money back. Oh how glorious. Shoutouts to PG Plaza... that mall became my haven throughout undergrad.

I lost my virginity at 18. It was unceremonial. Not bad, just not noteworthy. I don't even know where that guy is now. eh.

When I was 18, the song of the moment was Drop It Like Its Hot. Which once again ignited my deep, passionate and unrelenting love for Mr. Pharrell Williams. I can remember blasting it in the speakers where I worked after a long night of doing nothing in Crandall Hall. (Quad Girl for Life!!!)

I didn't drink. Can you believe that? Word, I wasn't BIG on alcohol at that time.

I was a size 12. I was just talking to my sister Anoa about how when we have kids, they aren't going to look at pictures and ask about us when we were "skinny". I'll prolly be this same size till I die (hopefully!).

I had a perm. Well, I kinda did. My last perm I got in May (at age 17) and I didn't cut my hair until December. Perhaps it would be better to say that at 18.... I made the transition from creamy crack to nappy and happy.

I had my first LEGIT Valentine's date. I can't remember where we went to dinner, but he got me a stuffed bear and a gift card to Up Against the Wall (RIP).

I first saw Floetry in concert. I fell in love with the Songstress.

My favorite outfit was a white RocaWear sweater that was off the shoulders that I wore with my RockaWear jeans and wheat Timbs.

Oh yea, at 18.... I owned hella pairs of Timbs.

I worked two jobs...besides the GAP, I worked at a law office as a legal assistant.

When I was 18, I hated clubs. ...I was shy.... I still am, but now I can drink legally.

When I was 18, I bible-thumped.

I met THIS GUY, which is great because I know he's ride or die... and I needed that then...and more importantly NOW.

I went on my first legit dates at 18. I couldn't date during high school (not that there was anyone who I could/would/should have dated). Actually, I think I got more play at 18 than I do now at 23. I must have looked young and virginal. Men are predators! I joke.

When I was 18, I wore green colored contacts and had a blonde afro. Confused much? Or aboriginal perhaps? I don't know what I was going for, but I thought I was doing the damn thing, that is for sure.

*thinking*

Wow, at 18, I joined Facebook. Howard, the first HBCU to have Facebook. (Wow, my spell checked just red squiggly lined me because I didn't capitalize Facebook. Damn YOU, Mark Zuckerberg, for taking over the damn world.)

I met the ladies that are going to be in my wedding, godparent my children, and sing at my funeral.

18 was cool. Life only got more awesome after that. Would I go back and do it again? In a heartbeat. If I did, I would do it fearlessly.

I needed a blogpost. I needed some chill time. I needed to reflect. Thanks, C-Fit!

...what can't I do on the internet?

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Raw Food Fast - Day 1

Breakfast! (and lunch!)

Dinner!

Twice during 2009, I embarked on a spiritually, physically and mentally rewarding experience: The Master Cleanse...

My first time, was also my first time fasting. Never had I made a commitment to actually taking the mental steps to separate myself from food. I last only 72 hours... and then found myself at happy hour...

The second time was the week before my birthday. Committed to shedding old feathers and emerging RENEWED I cleansed for a full 7 days. Very rewarding....

THIS TIME... I'm going the raw food route. Organic juice and all the fruits and veggies a young woman could ask for...

my apologies for the over dependence on the ellipsis. (i rhyme and rip i rip and i rhyme... haha)

Anyway, the day started out well. I spent one million dollars on fresh fruits and veggies that I am dedicated to eating for the next week. I had a bowl of fruit for breakfast and the same thing for lunch. However, as I routinely need to be reminded, my life nor my DAILY existence is my own, Oludumare and a host of others had other plans for me.

All is well. I am fed. I am blessed. I'm ready for the world... *cue Jamie Foxx*

Hopefully I can get more creative with my menu throughout the week but I have scholarship that I need to FOCUS on!

How do I feel?

Great. Awake. I was slightly sluggish this morning but was easily inspired to get back up and continue my day. The only issue I'm having is that I am quite...hmmm...*vaporous*. I'm gonna chalk that all up to toxins tho!

o daa ro!